
Idiot



Students sat at my feet absorbing my wisdom


Je t’oublierai, je t’oublie déjà

(Elle 🙂 Je me souviendrai de toi comme de l’horreur de l’oubli


“I never nursed a dear gazelle, to glad me with its soft black eye. — But when it came to know me well —… and love me, it was sure to die.” (Thomas More, Lalla Rookh,1817)


It seems so commercial to think of money at a time like this

















—Because I’ve been working for a living.
—What do you do when you’re not working for a living?
—I live.


That’s tough



And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death…


Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass…

… of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
(Wordsworth)







Where does the love go, Frozen to grief ?
(Lucy Larcom, “Snow bloom” 1880)







